Thursday #56 – woke up to the sound of DTM’s alarm this Thursday
as he got up and headed off to some job
search seminar. I assured him I was
going to get up as soon as he left, shower, breakfast and hit the studying
hard. I woke up again just after 9.30 to
the sound of my phone ringing and DTM asking what I was up to. I confessed that I may have dozed off again
for another hour or so but assured him I really was getting up this time. As he talked up his plans to head the gym and
be home in a couple of hours, I felt bad for still being in bed and finally got
up.
After a shower and some eggs on toast I set about reading a
text book. Yes, it really is as exciting
as it sounds. It helped a lot and I now
feel confident that in my final exam on Wednesday, if they ask me for possible
differentials for a patient coming in with a tearing eye, I can list “emotional
states” as a possible cause. And let’s
not forget the other gem, pigmented conjunctiva could be the result of racial
pigmentation…and here was I about to diagnose anyone slightly tanned with some
terrible disease.
When DTM got home from the gym he made himself some lunch
and kicked me out of the room I was studying in so that he could have a
nap. It’s a tough life. I went into another room to continue my
reading and was interrupted by an email listing the exam times. We knew our exams would fall on Wednesday, Thursday
or Friday next week and that we would each be allocated our own 20 minute time. A suggestion on facebook had led me to
believe there was a possibility the order of exams would be determined by
student number and I had been worried ever since, knowing that my student
number was the first in our year of 42. Sure
enough, I opened the email and there it was, 9am Wednesday, the very first
exam, moi.
I decided that was reason enough to wake DTM from his nap a
little early and have a whinge. Suddenly
shit was getting real when I realised how little time I had to study. The fact I am writing about this now just
emphasises how little time there is when you factor in my inevitable
procrastination. He got out of bed and
set about making my lunch while I rang The Marge for another whinge. Neither of them had sided with me and agreed
that it was an absolute outrage and completely unfair and instead thought I should
use it as motivation to study and wasn’t it good I would be the very first
person finished. Jury is still out on
that one, stay tuned for next Thursday when we’ll know more.
Shortly after lunch I decided my productivity was limited by
the distraction of DTM bludging in the next room so I headed back south to my
hood. I caught up on some TV and sat
myself down at my desk for the first time since moving in in February. I tend to just study on my bed usually which
works well for comfort but not so well for impromptu naps as I find myself too
tempted to doze off and end up cuddling up to textbooks and highlighters.
A dancing injury sustained 3 years ago during a particular
energetic performance of Cotton Eyed Joe
meant sitting on my bed was often rather painful as I am apparently not meant
to sit with my legs outstretched in front of me. Truth be told I very rarely sit how I am
supposed to. If I manage to find a chair
that allows for my knees to be lower than my pelvis then we’re off to a good
start. Once I’ve found said chair I then
have to remind myself not to curl one leg under me and sit on my foot –
terrible pins and needles ensue and I struggle to walk properly for a good 3
minutes afterwards. If I find myself
sitting on the right chair with my feet on the ground, I then need to remember
to roll forwards until I almost feel like I’m gonna fall off the edge of the
chair to ensure I am sitting on my “sit bones” and not on the base of my spine. When all these things come together I can sit
down and stand up repeatedly like a champion…when they don’t I end up in agony
when I try to stand up and consequently look like someone 3x my age.
Turns out my desk chair is actually more painful than my bed
which makes study difficult. Well that’s
not entirely right. It makes standing up
difficult so in theory it could make me really productive as it’s super painful
to try and get up so once I sit down to study I’m kinda stuck there. I found myself a template The Head Of School
had given us in March (just think, that’s 7 whole months I could’ve been
preparing instead of just 5 days) and set about filling it in. I got myself on a massive roll but called it
quits at midnight deciding a good night’s sleep would be more beneficial than
finishing the table. It’s been about 38
hours since then and I’ve not really revisted said table…oops.
Not at all a fun Thursday but it did feel good for those
last 4½ hours when my productivity finally kicked in. Here’s hoping there’s plenty more of that to
come before next Thursday.
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